There had been few occasions in which he had been so certain he was about to die and this just happened to be one of them as he lay there over dosing, needle still in his arm. He lay there thinking “if i manage to survive this im gonna stop doing drugs” deep down his consciousness was telling him that was a lie. He had no self control anymore he didnt know how to say no to drugs, his life had spiraled out of control there was no hope of recovery. As he laid there he began to find himself praying to a god he didnt believe in “dear god please save me from this hell and help me to survive this i beg you please……” that was the end as the drugs over took his body and he lost control. Trembling violently foaming at the mouth and his eyes rolling backwards he was dying there was no coming back from this one…..